Overpop

Pop! Pop! There’s another. Pop! There’s another. Pop!

Overpopulation, that’s a tricky situation.

Pop! Pop! There’s another pop. Overpop.

Another baby boom but there isn’t much room.

Boy, it was tough for early troglodyters

If you hit 26, man, that was old.

Runnin’ from sabertooths and bigger biters.

But now things have changed.

The predatory beasts are under control.

And human beings are spreading like wildfire.

Pop! Pop! There’s another pop. There’s another pop.

This is not fanatical. It’s merely mathematical.

Pop! Pop! There’s another pop. Overpop.

The number grows a lot but the planet does not.

How can we stop when sex is automatic.

On a mattress or not, who seems to mind?

Anyplace from the cellar to the attic.

And if we’re outside

Why, then we do it any place we can find.

We really are a primitive species.

Pop! Pop! There’s another. It’s a crowded place.

We filled up the earth. Well, how about Outer Space?

Eyes on the skies search for alien guys

And when spaceships appear, spacemen will shout,“Hey, here we are. We’re bailin’ you out.

Yes, we’ve got a new, virgin planet for you.

So please come back with us. Full speed ahead.

It’s exactly like this place. Well, more like Club Med.”

Hah!

Pop! Pop! There’s another pop. There’s another pop.

Everybody porkin’ it. Won’t someone put a cork in it.

Stop! Stop! Stop ‘em comin’. Stop! Overpop.

And what about The Church and this gloomy research?

Why, even the pope: I know he knows about it.

This is grave and important and profound.

Would he have kids? Well, I kinda sorta doubt it.

Or else you would see a lotta little popes runnin’ around.

With wafer crumbs all over their faces.

Pop! Pop! There’s another. And another and another.

Overpop!